Seriously, I went all the way to Vermont in part to see the darned ice cream place, and the factory was closed, and I got one tiny scoop in a cup because I was yelled at and told the tour buses were leaving without us.

The same thing happened at the Vermont cheese place 10 minutes later.

We flew out of Vermont and dodged a major snowstorm by 15 minutes.

Somehow I made instant friends with every eccentric person that I walked by at three airports.

And now I return to a physiology study that must be run by the end of the semester. And we cannot collect physiological data in a storm. The 1 p.m. subject no-showed. Lucky thing. I looked outside about a half hour later, and it looked like nightfall.

There was a tornado warning. Hail was coming down like crazy. We had to go to the basement.